
Reason dictates, Emotion rebels
As Sense looks over the duel
On the terrace of the glass castle
And tells the queen, “Follow your Heart,
Not your Head before the chaos of revolt
deafens your Ears and blinds your Eyes
so gorgeous, too late!”
Listen as the night
Falls to the ocean
And drapes twilight
With stars and a moon;
The tumbling waves
Become tamed tides,
The souls of the dead
Begin to walk across
The moonlit waters
Wandering ever in vain
Till they return home.
Her spirit flits in the Garden of Sense
Over the Arch of Rainbows in the Ether
where the Unicorn gallops in rhythms
and flies away toward the sun yonder
to carry her spirit to the Elysian Fields
in the ecstasy of heavenly melody.
The polyphony of waves
Writhes her with the fugue
Of endless dreams and hopes
In staccatos of unquiet passion
As she gathers the tesserae
In the unfinished mosaic
Of memories of marbles,
Pearls and opals, analcastic.
The dewdrops from the leaves
Of the grass across the meadows
Beneath a winter sun in pale hues
sparkle over the liquid arc of rainbows
reflected on the crystal windows
of her palace like ropes of diamonds.
The sun drives his golden chariot
Into the west of the mountain
Carrying the day’s memories
Over to the end of the misty horizon
As she watches the declination
Sitting on the top of the hill alone.
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